Noticing the change in himself, Ye Lin felt a surge of joy.
He had read about this kind of change in a book in the Scripture Depository.
When cultivators trained, whether absorbing Spirit Stones or various treasures of heaven and earth, no matter what cultivation technique they practiced, some energy would always spill out.
That energy then spread throughout the body. Since the cells could not absorb such an enormous amount all at once, they could only store it for the time being.
Now, with his Golden Core suppressed, there was no excess energy in his body. Only then had the energy stored in his cells been roused.
The benefit was that his body was growing stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ancient cultivators had tempered their bodies using this very method: they squeezed every last bit of strength from their bodies, thereby awakening their physical potential.
Feeling his body grow stronger bit by bit filled Ye Lin with even more drive, and his pace quickened as well.
After climbing for several minutes, Ye Lin had successfully made it through the storm belt.
He was now halfway up Ice-Breaking Cliff.
In the distance, a young man hanging beneath an icicle watched him, admiration in his heart.
"Another fellow cultivator has made it. To temper your body to this degree means your future achievements are sure to be impressive."
He was an ascetic cultivator. In this age, cultivators who chose to train both their bodies and their cultivation were known as ascetic cultivators.
Halfway up, Ye Lin stopped for only a few seconds before continuing his climb.
This time, his speed was clearly much faster.
"I'm almost there."
Looking at the summit drawing closer, Ye Lin felt invigorated.
"Fellow Daoist, stop."
Suddenly, a voice came from the side.